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THE BILLET-DOUX.
“For nought but love
Can answer love, and render bliss secure.”
Thomson.
Can answer love, and render bliss secure.”
Thomson.
I
May I not see thee, Genevieve, to-night?'Tis sweet to wander when the summer moon
O'er vale and river throws her clear, soft light,
And star with star seems almost to commune;
'Tis joy to gaze upon that splendid sphere,
When thou, my own dear Genevieve, art near.
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II
Thou know'st thou art the sunlight of my thought,Fount of my memory—the hope, the pride,
The essence of my being; earth holds nought
Of hope or bliss but is to thee allied!
Around thee floats an atmosphere of love,
Wherein alone I speak, and think, and move!
III
Mountain and plain, the mild blue sky, the sea,The beautiful green leaves, the gorgeous flowers,
Yield double interest when beheld with thee,
Give thrice the pleasure in those happy hours
We are together: feel'st thou thus, my sweet?
Then once again, to-night, oh! let us meet!
IV
There are a host of melancholy fearsPassing, like clouds, upon my heart and brain;
And oft my aching eyes are filled with tears,
Struck with forebodings I may not explain:
My soul is lonely!—I implore—entreat—
To-night—if but a moment—let us meet!
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